An opaque column of smoke floated up from where the top floor of the pyramid building used to be. It would be hard to tell it from the night sky, were the stars and moon not shining so bright. The image enchanted Jin somewhat, as he lay sprawled upon the ground. That is until he heard a desolate groan from a party not so enchanted as he was. He looked over to where Julia laid on the ground, a few feet out of his reach, as he had lost hold of her while sliding down the diagonal frame of the building to escape a collapsing top floor. He scorned him self for escaping so dangerously, but it had seemed like the best thing to do at the time. And they both survived right?

"Julia." He called her name, then wondered why he had done it so softly, if she was even conscious to hear him, she probably didn't. She turned her head slowly, looking over into Jin's eyes. The gentle glimmer of the moonlight accentuated her features more brilliantly than ever. Jin sat up, his eyes still locked on the object of his new enchantment.

"Jin?" she said with a broken up voice. He pushed himself off the ground and crawled over to her. Jin's brain had long ago stopped receiving and signals of pain, so the various cuts, bruises and fractured bones within his body didn't even ache him as he carried the weight of Julia's body to the nearby fountain and settled her on the smooth marble platform circling it.

"Jin," she began with a crackled voice, "Jin I'm sorry…"

"Shh… it's okay now." He said to her cradling her softly.

"No, I have to say this, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier why I came here. I mean I know I told you I was looking for my mother, but that's not all of it. You see she came here earlier before the tournament to meet with Hehachi and she has been missing ever since. I believe- no, I know Hehachi must of taken her captive. You may not believe such things about your grandfather, you may even be siding with him, but Hehachi is a very bad man. He only has his best interests in mind, and if you keep staying around him, I know he'll kill you, because you're strong…" Julia halted, she wondered if what she was saying was getting through to him. Jin couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye. He couldn't even think of how he let himself believe such hateful things about her, from Hehachi no doubt. And even after what had happened Julia still came there and risked her life to save him. He wondered why she never doubted him during their time there. He was after all, a Mishima. He could have been the very person holding her mother captive, yet she saw a good in Jin that he wondered if he himself could ever come to realize.

Julia looked up at Jin. He hadn't said anything for a minute now, staring into oblivion, with a glossy look over his eyes. Julia hesitantly reached up and stroked him gently on the side of face. He took her hand into his large gloved one and gave it a gentle squeeze before standing up. Julia frowned,

"Where…"

"To talk to Hehachi."

"I'll come too."

"If my grandfather's as bad of a man as you say he is, then you would be better off staying here, wouldn't you?"

"I still have to find my mother." She said. A sly smirk came over his face, a look that Julia had yet to know the true meaning behind.

"What?" she asked.

"I once promised I would help you find your mother did I not?"

"She's here?"

"And if you leave here she won't be able to find you." He said. Julia looked at Jin cynically.

"Please Julia," Jin continued, "I have to face Hehachi, alone." He looked up into the night once again.

"And what happens after?"

"What?" he said.

"What happens after you go?"

"You and mother will go home and you'll get to go back to your life and forget all about this." He said.

"I mean to you." She replied. Jin looked at her fervently but did not reply. As Julia stood up, she fought to hold back tears of anguish.

"What if I don't want to forget!" she cried out. He set his hand, gently but firmly on her shoulder. Julia sat back down. He lifted her and looked into her tear-streaked eyes. Julia starred intently as hoping to see some glimpse of what was happening inside him though the dark windows of his soul. Finally, he pulled his hand away and stepped back, knowing if he remained in her gaze for too long he might not be able to leave at all. Julia painfully let another tear escape her as she watched Jin walk out of her life forever. She didn't bother to wipe it away.

The desperate and concerned mother searched as actively as her tired and worn body would let her. Her time spent solitarily imprisoned by Hehachi had been anything but resting for her. Escaping had been even more straining on her, but she had managed, and found out there was to be a final battle of the tournament. This was for sure to be the place that her daughter would be. But upon coming to the fight she had found no crowd around to see the last fight. She had even had to sneak into the arena, as its entrance was guarded. It was then that Michelle remembered it was like this too at the last tournament she was at, and the one before it. The final battle fought in private as it usually had some other sinister purpose hidden in the guise of a fight. The whole tournament's purpose was ultimately only for a Mishima to know. Michelle worried so much, mostly for the whereabouts of her daughter but also for Jin Kazama. Michelle had met Jin in the building where the final battle was being held. She had recognized who he was almost immediately and was surprised when he recognized her equally.

"Your Julia's mother." He stated calmly. 'Jun's son.' Michelle thought.

"Julia, do you know where she-"

"Yes, I told her not to come to this fight but she will most likely be here." He said. Michelle was uncomfortable with the familiarity of which Jin spoke of her daughter, and he sensed that. He was sure the mother and daughter would meet up before the night was completely over, but he felt it necessary to offer some sort of positive assurance to the searching woman.

"There's a water fountain outside of this building on the far side. If I see Julia and she hasn't found you already, I'll tell her to wait for you there." He felt it wasn't much but it was currently the most he could do. They then heard some troops of Hehachi approaching. Probably looking for him so they could begin the match.

"It would probably be in your best interest to stay out of sight of the patrol men, they are making it their top priority to keep all people off the grounds who aren't allowed here. Michelle thanked him deeply; she had the feeling this wasn't the only good thing he had done for her daughter. She could see Jin was a good man, but so sad.

"What did Hehachi do to him?" she had thought. The young man was certainly troubled, but to lose one's mother, who wouldn't be? But upon meeting Jin she had seen that his conflicts ran deeper than just coping with the loss of his mother. There was something that he had no control over, a force, an evil force eating at him.

In the aftermath of the fight, which had appeared to be eventful though Michelle had not witnessed it- by reason of the collapsed, smoking top floor of the building, she wandered in the night now, looking for her daughter. Ahead she saw human like figures in the darkness and she rushed over to them. She found a young reddish haired man, obviously a fighter in the tournament, in fairly bad condition with an even younger girl Chinese kneeling beside him. As selfish as it seemed to be only concerned with her daughter when this man apparently needed help Michelle proceeded to ask about Julia. Hworang coughed slightly as he tried to respond- Xiayou patted him on the back in effort to comfort him.

"The ceiling and everything was falling in, but Jin, he went back in after her." He said.

Michelle's face went pale at the information. Xiayou seeing the woman so placid also responded.

"Oh don't you give up on them so soon, if there's anyone who definitely got out of there with Julia it has to be Jin. He wouldn't let anything happen to her." She said though she didn't know any of it herself, to be true. Michelle nodded the headed on. She didn't want to lose faith now but she was so tired. She walked around to the side of the building, taking note of the complete absence of any type of guards in that area where there had once been so many. Then she saw him, Jin, walking towards the arena again, but he was by himself. Michelle hadn't then energy to call out to him, but the instead decided to go to the direction Jin had been came from. Amongst the trees and shrubbery surrounding the grounds there was a clearing. In the clearing there was a fountain. And sitting at this fountain was her girl, Julia.

"JIN KAZAMA WINS!" the announcers voice sounded the end of the match. The crowd cheered. It took all of Jin's strength to simply turn around and walk out of the ring. For a reason unknown to him he had wanted nothing more than to catch Julia's fall. But he had told himself it didn't matter, she didn't matter, nothing mattered except his victory, which he had taken. He couldn't stop himself from glancing back once at her, seeing the paramedics pick her up from the floor while a young Chinese girl of familiar face, one he may have seen at his high school before, panicked around them. What had he done?

"Congratulations on your victory boy." Said Hehachi to Jin as he had passed his grandfather while exiting the stadium. Jin shot his head up looking to his grandfather, the man from which the felicitation had come. Jin stopped in his tracks as if in a loss for what to do. Jin then bowed swiftly and wordlessly, to his grandfather and continued away. With a nod and his signature smirk Hehachi watched the troubled boy hustle away. Such surprise from Jin was only expected by both of them, as Hehachi did not congratulate Jin on any battles he won. It was only expected that Jin, a Mishima, would defeat each and every opponent he came up against. Jin was fully aware that his win against Julia was in no way a victory to him. Hehachi was congratulating himself.

A mysterious power it was, a sinister evil. Descendants of the Mishima line were expected to be strong no doubt, but there was unnatural familiarity of which Jin fought that had Hehachi apprehensive. The boy had never met his father and had admitted to not even knowing of him until he was a teenager. Yet when he fought, Hehachi could see Kazuya in him. It was certain to Hehachi that this devil bestowed power had also been passed down to Jin. When Jin had first come to him as a young boy of fifteen, Hehachi as been truly amazed at how unlike his father he was. With the exception of his looks the boy held none of the cruel and cunning qualities of his father. Jin was more trusting, no so much after his mother had been killed, but he was still a gullible boy folding into Hehachi's teachings, training, and lies, like soft pliable putty. A great thing it was to have such a strong but docile power on his side however, Hehachi knew it would not last, which is why he had it in his plans to captivate the ogre's power. From the moment Jin had come into contact with that Chang girl he had started to slip from Hehachi's hold. Hehachi snorted in disgust.

"It figure's the boy would find his way by the influence of a woman. The weak minded fool." He thought to himself. But now that Jin's eyes had been uncovered, it really was much too dangerous to have him alive. History had a repetitive habit and Hehachi had no intention of getting overthrown again, he was simply to old to fight for his empire back. But unlike his father, Jin would be much easier to be rid of.

"Hehachi!" the old man heard the powerful, young voice of Jin echo across the room.

"Speak of the devil…" said Hehachi chuckling to himself he cocked his silver barrel gun and aimed it dead in the middle of Jin's forehead and fired. The scattered rattling of rapid gunfire from Hehachi's troops shooting at Jin echoed throughout the building, and could be heard outside too.

What happened next had been completely unexpected especially of Hehachi himself. Over thirty rounds of bullets must of hit the boy, but still, he rose. Like a portrait of Hehachi's worst nightmare come true, Jin stood, fist tightly clenched at his side with his eyes still closed. Hehachi's heart raced uncontrollably as Jin's glowing, red eyes flashed open and glared deep into his.

"What is this?" he stepped back firing his gun again but it had no affect. The troops around him followed suit, but all ammunition used was in vain. Demon Jin stalked towards Hehachi, effortlessly casting aside any guards in his way, sending more to a few to their deaths. He burst into a run and charged at Hehachi forcing him through the already weakened stone wall of the building. While falling to the ground Hehachi grabbed desperately onto Jin, but Jin cast off Hehachi's grasp, and in mid air sprouted long and dark ominous wings. Hehachi landed with a thud on the ground, sooner than he had expected. The floor he was on hadn't really been more than a story high or so. Hehachi sat up arching his back in pain from the landing, and watched his grandson fly off into the night.